Monday, March 24, 2014

MYSTERY

To Erica

When that great red gate of your heart
pressed shut,
where did you go?

I read your message
in those last hoof prints
written on new spring grass,

I saw your magic
in the pale blue-white

shimmering of your body
just after you left home:

Even in death,
your beauty was too vast 
to shutter. 

J. Pratt-Walter
3/8/2014